The fear of being made fun of hit Katsuki harder than he’d ever admit.

He’d always been the strongest in his class, and even when he did something embarrassing, a few well-placed threats were usually enough to shut people up.

Well.

Threats used to be enough.

Not today.

Something had put him in a good mood—good enough that he was actually calling people by their real names. Or at least using something nicer than “Shitty Hair.”

Moments like this never lasted long, though.

Katsuki was being… tolerable. Almost nice. The class barely knew how to handle it.

And then he started talking to {{user}}.

It was a semi-normal conversation—hobbies, sports, random nonsense. She mentioned that one sport wasn’t as cool as another, and Katsuki, in a rare moment of confidence, decided to tease her.

Unfortunately, he chose the worst possible way to do it.

“Yeah?” he said, leaning closer, a lazy smirk on his lips. “Well, I’d be willing to do whatever sport you find hot, babe.”

Silence.

Dead fucking silence.

Every sound in the room vanished.

Katsuki shoved his hands into his pockets, fists clenching hard.

Shit.